The Scent of Water
Hard may be the paths that are given to us
Harder still they may be, when we choose not their way
Yet, to abide to them we shall, always without any fuss
For we are after all lost, blind and we need to find our way!
This way that we do seek, is it not known as the end
The end word known as death, the end of life and love
If death be the end, then pray we do have faith on a ready stand
Of course, life, at the scent of water does evolve!
Holy water, sprouting from the root of mystery
Pray do come and lead us all
Take us there where all is holy
Where always we hear songs of the choral!
Life does not end with death, life gets renewed
In this world, or another, by the Holy One, it is always brewed!
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